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EPIPHANY A fain little creature, lifts hands in s

EPIPHANY A fain little creature, lifts hands in sorrow, O maker of life, may I your faith borrow? Your vibrance, let never a monotone trace, So I remain perplexed to man's grimace. Such imperfect notions, got greed to occasion, A season to regard is another thirst for treason. Those flimsy intrusions to retire in chagrin, And so I have the Divine Power to believe in. To err is human, to forgive divine. — Alexander Pope #divine #epiphany
EPIPHANY A fain little creature, lifts hands in sorrow, O maker of life, may I your faith borrow? Your vibrance, let never a monotone trace, So I remain perplexed to man's grimace. Such imperfect notions, got greed to occasion, A season to regard is another thirst for treason. Those flimsy intrusions to retire in chagrin, And so I have the Divine Power to believe in. To err is human, to forgive divine. — Alexander Pope #divine #epiphany
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